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Small Drops of Rain Falling

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Pa was a poor corn farmer. Mama sewed together skins so that we didn’t go around bare-cheeked, only barefoot. My feet were tough as a washboard by the time I started walking. Dirt had long worked its way under my bitten nails.We lived on a modest seventeen acres in the southeast of nowhere. The ground was barely fertile for the few crops Pa tried to grow. I assume my mother took pity on him. Her given Apache name was Ch’igoná’áí meaning sun. The indaa called her Helen when they took her from her westerly homeland. The white man t...

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